Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

Qingping Temple opened its doors to welcome believers, and first welcomed two nobles.

After Qi Qian respectfully offered a stick of incense to the patriarch, he looked at the middle-aged Taoist standing beside him and asked, "Daoist Qingyuan, may I ask if the Master Chiyuan is here?"

Qingyuan cupped his hands and bowed in salute, and replied in a gentle voice: "A good man is very kind, it's just a coincidence that our temple master has gone wandering."

Qi Qian asked again: "It's okay if the temple master is not here. In fact, we are here to seek medical treatment. Please ask the Taoist priest to introduce us instead of the master."

Qingyuan looked at Yuchangkong, who was still standing motionless in front of the patriarch, his eyes never looked over, but his eyelids twitched from time to time, and his eyes seemed to be unable to focus.

Thinking about how he was always held by a young servant when he entered the palace, he knew that he had an eye disease.

However, compared to his eye disease, this person's face is really bleak. Although he was born in a noble family, his parents died, or he died violently. There is an aura of both good and evil lingering around him, which is very complicated.

Qingyuan glanced at Qi Qian's parents again, lowered his eyes, and muttered in his heart, if you are close to Zhu, you will be red, if you are close to ink, you will be black.

A blind person with keen five senses, seemed to be aware of Qingyuan's sizing up, Yu Changkong turned his head, his brows were shallow and cold.

"Master Daoist, we have come from a long way to seek medical treatment sincerely, and we hope to introduce you." Uncle Qian stepped forward, bowed his hands to Qingyuan, with a sincere face, and said: "If you don't ask Master to cure my master's eye disease, we are willing to give it to Patriarch Create a golden body."

Qingyuan's eyes lit up: plastic gold body?

He looked at the patriarch, and had the illusion that the old man's mouth was wide open, look, the incense on the censer burned faster, wasn't it caused by excitement?

He withdrew his gaze, coughed lightly, and said: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, don't ask for a teacher...Brother, she is cultivating, and she doesn't know when she will leave the seclusion. The poor dare not make decisions for her. Kind people may wish to rest in the guest house first. Send a letter from the poor to ask?"

Qi Qian: "She's not in the audience?"

"Yes."

"It's too slow to send the letter, how about Taoist Qingyuan tell us where she is, and I will send someone to meet her quickly?" Qi Qian said.

Qingyuan said with a smile: "It's not slow."

He took out a piece of yellow paper on the spot, wrote a few words on it, and then folded it into a thousand paper cranes. He chanted a mantra in his mouth and made a formula with his fingers. The full-length figure of the master circled around and flew out in full view.

"Live, live?" Sifang was stunned, and stammered: "Master, a paper crane flew out alive."

My God, this is too shocking, it was obviously a crane made of a piece of paper, but the priest chanted some kind of mantra, and it just came alive under their noses, and even flew away!

Qi Qian and others felt that the door of shock had been opened, which is too mysterious.

Seeing the astonishment and admiration of the crowd, Qingyuan felt a little proud. He only showed his skills in order to attract believers in the temple, for the sake of incense and faith.

Uncle Qian showed awe-inspiring expression, cupped his hands to Qingyuan and said: "The Taoist priest is really skilled in magic."

This is not a temple master, so how profound is the Taoism of this Qingping temple master? And that doesn't ask for a master.

He suddenly had a little more hope that the eye disease of the master Hui Yun, who was a Taoist priest many years ago, would turn around when he was about 20 years old. Could it be here?

Qingyuan shook his head modestly: "It's just a small spell, and it took me a long time to learn this."

It's not like a certain pervert, who is born with it, so that he is always scolded by the viewer, look at her, then look at you, is he learning shit?

Woohoo, can he compare with a pervert?

Can't!

Thinking of those years when he was crushed by some pervert in his academic practice, Qingyuan wanted to shed tears of bitterness.

"Is this enough? Can you really receive it if you don't ask the master?"

"Let's just wait, there will be an answer soon." Qingyuan said with a smile: "Why don't we move to live and wait?"

Make a golden body, the patriarch heard it too, she can't move if she doesn't want to, otherwise the patriarch will be angry.

Qin Liuxi sneezed a few times early in the morning, and Qihuang chased her in a panic to put on a cloak and help her pulse.

"Don't be so hasty, you didn't catch a cold." Qin Liuxi waved his hand, suddenly seemed to sense something, pushed open the window, and a paper crane landed on the window lattice, she picked it up and unfolded it.

Someone asked for a doctor and promised the patriarch to build a golden body and come quickly.

This is a message from Qingyuan.

Shape the golden body, generous!

In front of Qin Liuxi's eyes, there seemed to be a full-length golden statue, oh, my eyeballs hurt so badly, I'm blind.

"Let Brother Cheng prepare the car and go to the Taoist temple."

Qi Huang said: "Now?"

"Well, now, Master Patriarch should be in a hurry!" Qin Liuxi took another piece of yellow paper, cut out a small paper figurine, and wrote two words on it.

wait.

The little paper figurine was cut simply, with a broom head cut on the head, and two eyeballs were dotted with a pen. Afterwards, she chanted a curse, and her slender fingers began to pinch the magic formula, and dotted on the little paper figurine.

The little paper man who was lying on the table stood up in an instant, bowed his arms to Qin Liuxi, and turned around in a circle.

"Go." Qin Liuxi flicked his broom head.

The little paper man bounced off the table, turned his head three times at a step, went out, and disappeared quickly.

Qingping view.

Qingyuan brought camellia tea and vegetarian dishes to Qi Qian and the others, and introduced: "The cooks in the village below the mountain were invited to help cook them, and the taste is not bad."

Uncle Qian asked: "It seems that there are not many priests in Guiguan."

"In fact, our Qingping Temple only reopened its doors ten years ago, and it was deserted before that. Everyone, except for the master of the temple, just didn't ask for senior brothers, and then I, two little Taoist boys, and one in the temple There are not many old Taoists who make orders to solve hexagrams, and we are still recruiting people. However, there are also a few lay Buddhists, but they are not ordinary."

"That's how it is."

Sifang put the tea and vegetarian snacks in front of Yuchangkong, and said, "Master, this steamed stuffed bun is very good, you can eat some too."

"Um."

Qi Qian was rather impatient, and asked, "I wonder when Master will reply."

"It's too soon to think about it." Qingyuan said with a smile, before the words fell, he raised his eyebrows: "It's coming."

Everyone immediately looked into the sky, coming, where?

There is no shadow of the paper crane.

Yu Changkong, who had just picked up the bun and took a bite, froze suddenly.

He swept his hand towards his leg, and when he touched something, his hand went numb, and he retracted again, his whole body froze: "What the hell!"

Everyone looked over.

Boom.

The bun in Sifang's hand fell on the table.

But seeing Yu Changkong wearing black silk trousers, there was a little paper figurine holding his trousers legs with both hands, climbing up, whistling and flicking the head of the broom.

Climbing so hard, he still swept me down, huh!

"I don't ask for a reply from senior brother." Qingyuan pointed to the little paper figurine and explained with a smile.

Uncle Qian laughed awkwardly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said dryly: "This, Guiguan's way of sending messages is really unique."

If someone had told him that paper dolls could move before this, he would have spat at him, but now...

Sure enough, if you live for a long time, you can see everything!